User blog comment:Biggren/The Southern Alliance/@comment-3474228-20120321212334/@comment-3135907-20150329173222

Grivvin Scravey leaned back, drinking from a flask of wine to quench his burning thirst. "Don't let that ship outta sight, mates!" The lean stoatess second officer, named Finntail, slunk over. "Cap'n, if we keep chasin' 'em like this they're likely to lead us all on a wild goose chase. They won't lead us to their 'ideout as long as they knows we're right be'ind 'em. I 'ave, 'owerver, got a plan."

The rat raised an eyebrow. "Plan? Let's 'earrit."

"I suggest we follow 'em in the skiff- 'tis low an' small. See, evenin's already nigh upon us; they won't notice it at night. Wotcher think, Cap'n?"

Scravey scratched his beard in contemplation. "Hmm, yer right. Who'll we send in the skiff?"

"I'll go, an' I'll take Fraggle, Braggle, Ferkin, Izzag an' Coddfin." At a nod of approval from the Captain, the stoatess rested a callused paw on her shamshir hilt and called, "Awright youse, I need you five in the skiff! Gerron, ya swabs!"